Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Korea North and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Brass Construction to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
June of 44,
Sight & Sound,
The Happenings,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Marcia Griffiths,
MC5,
K-Klass,
Model 500,
Guru Guru,
Todd Rundgren,
Tears for Fears,
Fatback Band,
Audionom,
Index,
Bang On A Can,
Jandek,
X-102,
Judy Mowatt,
Graham Central Station,
Section 25,
Whodini,
The Black Dice,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The American Breed,
Matthew Halsall,
Harry Pussy,
Sam Rivers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
cv313,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Hill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kayak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fugs,
Faraquet,
Schoolly D,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Hoover,
Roxy Music,
Scientists,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ohio Players,
Supertramp,
Brass Construction,
Liliput,
Godley & Creme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.